Magic Box

Static Poem by Magic Box

A deep sigh! The crawling time spits back, Eyes wither, crumbles between, The endless memories, Played over and over! And the despicable sight, Of a life, like a bound book, And its loosen bind! Pages flying around aimless, The perfect chaos, To ponder in and out, I hear an unknown sparrow sing, For life that has not lost, God! My hands are empty! My voice is broken! My mind is torn! Between my dreams and goals, Between my faith and stateBetween my self and face! I'm sorry!

Dear Aswath, if you are again writing any such poems, I will not comment on it..Write some positive or Inspirational poem so that it gives the readers too a great message..You are future leaders of the country, if you sing melancholoy songs what will be the outcome..Please do come with some beautiful poems, so that it spread the light of wisdom..Am sorry, if am too harsh in my comments..
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this is a good sign in a bleak world...at least a sparrow sings, at least there is some life that is not lost!
Stasis is defined as a state of stability in which all forces are equal and opposing, therefore they cancel out each other...it is not all negative...but the post script is noteworthy! ! !
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